Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

NOTE: These two poems were written on a cold Canberra winter day when the mecury was not into double figures. One in the morning, while talking the dog for a walk, and then in the evening, after work on the walk home from the bus stop.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Red the dirt under her feetYellow the sun above his headBlack the skin our one true family

How like a plague of demonsThey must have seemed - pale dead skinDarkening under southern skyHow like the sound of the fallMust have seemed the canon shotThe musket crackThe return of the lightning menRiding thunderclouds over the wavesFlashing lightning strikes the lawThe gallows

All at once - genocide - extinctionRolling out concussive wavesSilent unknown diseases racingPlagues of rats cats dogs micePlagues of weeds in passingFences of ownership strangling

These strange pale ghost shapesPass out drink - their speechIn all directions and how manyPassed not once sightingHow much laid to waste

Those who lead yet fail to governSay we have no need to apologise - We never did anything - it was not us...But they seem to forget how we benefitAnd prosper from all that deathAnd primitive accumulation.